“David! Oh, David! DavID! DAVID!” she screeched as she came.
I was gloating about winning when she took me into her mouth. It was like when Scooby-Doo sees a ghost. “Ruh-roh, Raggy!”
“Halle! Halle! Halleeeee! HALLE!” I howled as Old Faithful erupted.
“Jesus, David,” Halle complained as she got out of bed to go clean up.
She came back and straddled my waist.
“Condom,” I warned.
“Brook said you promised to use one if you weren’t sure. I think you can be sure of me,” she said as she sat down on my member.
Mr. Happy told me not to worry about it, but the big head remembered what had happened with Pam.
“Hang on, we need to talk about this,” I said.
“I’m protected, so what’s to talk about?”
Good point, Mr. Happy assured me. Screw it, I was going to Hell. Halle slowly rode me all the way up and down. Her velvet vise was made for me. I let her drive for now because I couldn’t do it any better. The sensation without the condom made things altogether too short, but we both had an orgasm.
Sex with Halle was better than a sleeping pill. I fell asleep right away.
◊◊◊ Thursday February 25
Tracy found me first thing. She saw Halle and me get out of my car and Fritz drive off. It was apparent Tracy needed to talk.
“You two had sex,” Tracy said.
I just shrugged. Tracy knew I wouldn’t tell her, but I couldn’t figure out how she knew.
“My dad took a job in Chicago. He’s going to work with your lawyer, Ms. Dixon,” she informed me.
“What about his clients?” I asked.
I wasn’t sure how it worked. He was in charge of the Entertainment Division at Rigby, Thompson and Associates, and I’d gotten him several clients. I didn’t want them to fall into the wrong hands.
“I don’t know the details,” she admitted.
Guess I’d have to have Caryn find out. I was sure Tracy was worried she might have to move.
“Your dad’s gonna let you stay here to finish high school, isn’t he?” I asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Look, I know how important Pam is to you. I promise you that you won’t have to move away, even if I have to have you move in with me.”
“It’s not just Pam. I need you as a friend, too,” Tracy reminded me.
The last two days were just full of revelations for me. Tracy had somehow become my best friend. With Alan and Tami out of the picture, Tracy looked out for me. In some mysterious way, after my freshman year and the disaster with the two of us, we’d built a friendship. She never pushed me but was always there for me. When did that happen?
I pulled her into a hug.
“I need you as a friend, too. If you want me to talk to your mom and dad, let me know. I can’t see your dad not looking out for you. If he gets out of hand, I can always marry your mom,” I suggested.
“The funny thing is, she might do it,” Tracy said with a smile.
“You okay for now?” I asked.
“Yes, thanks.”
“Pam and I are here for you. You know, I’ve never thanked you for your help when she found out she was pregnant. Your friendship meant a lot to me when we were going through everything with Cal. I was confident she’d be okay if you were in her life. It gave me the strength to face what happened, knowing Pam would be okay.”
“I know you told me in LA not to worry about my dad getting a job out of the area. I guess I just needed to hear you say it again. If I thought we could be more than friends, I might come after you,” she teased.
“Why mess up a good friendship?”
She nodded sadly.
“I agree. We make better friends.”
I put my arm around her waist, and we found Pam at the front door.
“You okay?” she asked.
“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” I teased.
“Yes, I just needed our David to reassure me,” Tracy said.
When did I become
◊◊◊
During PE, I was called to the office. I tried to think of what I’d done, and nothing came to mind. I found Mr. Palm, our vice principal, waiting for me.
“We’ve received several press requests to talk to you,” he said.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Frank Ingram to call him ASAP.
“I need to call my publicist,” I said, and Mr. Palm just nodded.
“What’s up?” I asked when Frank came on the line.
“The Chicago Police announced that it was the picture of you and the girl taken at the governor’s rally that was the trigger for her brother to kill her. Robert Newman has made accusations that the governor is soft on terrorism. He also said that you are partly responsible for her death.”
“Is he on drugs?” I asked.
Frank burst out laughing.
“Please don’t say that publicly. Mr. Newman is one of the new-school politicians who think they can say anything and get away with it. Believe me, if he had to face you, he’d be a complete wuss.”
I was glad Frank thought this was funny; that made one of us. I felt guilty enough, and now some ass-hat was spewing his foul opinions without regard as to whom he hurt. Frank had one thing right: if we were face-to-face, I would dare Mr. Newman to repeat himself.
“I’ve been told that the press has called the school to get me to make a comment.”
